Date: Sat, 7 Jan 2012 04:49:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman
Subject: Caveman 4
Caveman 4
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Muskrat was horse hung and had the sex drive of a bull. I soon discovered
he had impressive stamina. This was ideal for our video plans. Once he
was in an ass, he seemed to be able for fuck for hours without shooting
off. He loved the feel of his monster cock thrusting in a tight ass.
We put on a good show for Sammy and Eubank. Eubank got his camera out and
immortalized the moment. I think Muskrat was trying to see how many ways he
could wedge is cock into my ass. I never found out the answer to that
question. After fifteen minutes, I was out of it. I simply responded to
Muskrat's movements.
At first, I was more proud that I could take his cock at all. That seemed
like a major achievement to me. Eventually I forgot about the achievement
and just wallowed in the pleasure. The pleasure vanished and ecstasy took
its place. When he pulled out to try another position, I felt deflated and
empty. As he wedged his cock into me in another new position his cock was
the air pump; I was the flat tire that
Eventually he pulled out and I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the
night, still exhausted but relaxed. Shortly after dawn, Eubank gave me a
wake up poke. He had fully impaled me before I knew what was going on. He
must have been excited, since he shot off quickly.
I was slightly annoyed he fucked me without asking first, but when he
climaxed, I was even more annoyed when he pulled out. I wanted more.
Sammy sensed my disappointment and took Eubank's place. His butt plug type
cock was just what I wanted. He was still fucking me when Muskrat returned
to the cabin with freshly caught fish.
"Damn, good things come in small packages," he said as he watched us
fuck. "After last night I expected Melvin to sleep to noon!"
"They say that virtue is its own reward," Eubank said, "But a tight ass and
a hard cock have their rewards too, and sometimes the reward is almost
instantaneous!"
"I've never understood what is wrong with two guys fucking themselves
silly," Muskrat added. "It's always seemed pretty harmless to me."
"It may be more harmless to you than to the man you were fucking," Sammy
said.
"Well, most seem to come back for more," Muskrat said. "I'm still pals with
the other guys even if I am a bit big for most."
"I don't think you are just a "bit" big!" Sammy said. He was smiling. He
wasn't criticizing Muskrat; he was simply stating a fact.
"I think Marvin is the smallest man I've ever poked. He sure liked it,"
Muskrat added. At this point Sammy began to thrust deep and hard. He began
to moan.
"Pull out fast and show us your cream!" Eubank ordered. "Squirt it all over
that quivering hole!" Sammy did as he asked and Eubank got the shot he
wanted. My asshole was tender now and the warm sperm splattering against it
felt good.
"I can't believe we are doing this," Muskrat said as he watched my ass.
Doing what?" Sammy asked.
"Just sitting around and watching you shoot off," Muskrat answered. "Me and
my pals have been doing this stuff for a while, but always in secret and
most of the time we pretended we weren't that turned on. We were never that
open."
"Are you shocked?" Eubank asked.
"I guess I'm a combination of shocked, turned on and relieved. I didn't
know anyone liked this sort of thing as much as I do," Muskrat said. "It a
relief. I was thinking I was a freak of some sort. I've always been so
big. I've felt like a freak."
"As far as I can tell, you are big everywhere it counts," I said.
"You mean my cock?"
"I'm small. It's always seemed that it's easier to be a big man, than a
small one," I said. "You're big everywhere."
"As a general rule, I think everyone is unhappy being what they are and
they think they are flawed," Sammy said. "I was afraid I was the only gay
guy in my High School Class. I lived in terror that someone would find out
of discover my secret."
"You are wrong about that," Eubank said. "I know I was the only gay guy in
my school!" We all laughed. We talked for a while then had breakfast and
continued looking over the property.
The Five Star XXX Video Company specialized in ordinary men getting naked
and going at it. We rarely had a plot and our amateurishness was part of
our appeal. With Eubank, we were able to focus the camera, and Muskrat's
cock oversized organ encouraged Dunce at least to aim the camera at the
main attraction. Our customers liked the new technical proficiency,
especially when we added close-ups.
Bobby and Eubank edited the tapes from some of the informal sessions with
Muskrat and his pals into a video we called "Scraps." This was a plot-less
collection of mostly close-ups of fucking and sucking. We made this
available on line at $15.00 and it sold nearly 15,000 copies. It also made
me a star.
Star may be overstating the case. I am a short, not very attractive,
average man. I am moderately furry and have a nice, but not exceptional
cock. In the more professional studios, the stars are handsome stud
muffins. Most of our customers like to look at them, but couldn't identify
with them. Most of them looked at me and thought if I could be fucked by
our gorilla, they had a chance too. I had also lost it when Muskrat fucked
me. They loved watching me squirming on Muskrat's fuck pole. I was hot,
no-holds-barred sex, and more importantly for Sammy and Bobby, it sold.
Sammy said my asshole was the real star. My asshole and I were
accommodating. Eubank had many close-ups of my ass, before, during and
after Muskrat fucked me. Raleigh, Rocky, Badger, Eubank and Sammy had taken
turns in me over the last week.
Eubank had each visit on video. He edited them into a little story. At
must my ass was tight and the hole small. With each successive fucking, it
began to look used and more open. When Muskrat took his turn, my ass wasn't
virgin at all. My ass didn't close up quickly after all the stretching.
Eubank was there and he got a shot looking into my just vacated ass. You
could see Muskrats seed quivering in the recesses. I apparently shifted my
position as my sphincter closed and some of his sperm drooled out.
Several of our customer said it was the grossest thing they had ever seen,
but their orgasms were wonderful. One man said it was a new high point in
jerk off material. Our customers marveled I could take it. Several wrote
fan mail and men mentioned they liked the after shots. My sphincter tended
to twitch when Muskrat's knob got close to it.
I had no plans or ambition to be a star porn actor. It seemed to me having
a star quality ass hole was at best a back handed compliment. I was sure
few, if any, professional accountants became wealthy because of their
accommodating asses. That certainly was not part of my life plan. I thought
it was best to nip it in the bud and retire from the world of pornographic
stardom.
There were two problems with my resolve. I needed the job to tide me over
until a real job was available. The economy was bad and I needed the money.
I thought I enjoyed sex before my Five Star experiences. It was
increasingly obvious I had barely scratched the surface of sexual
satisfaction. I had never experienced the intensity of sensation I had felt
with Muskrat and his fellow cave men. I loved it. I wanted more.
I had also been entirely unaware of latent exhibitionist feelings. Like any
normal man, I had been afraid of nudity. It wasn't just physical nudity, I
didn't want anyone to know what I was feeling or thinking. Men hid their
feeling and pretended not to care. Not that I had been naked with a group
of men I didn't know, I felt liberated. I didn't care who knew.
I some ways I connected with our customers. You do not come upon the Five
Star XXX Video Company by accident. You have to be at a XXX gay site and
root around for a while before you can find us. It is a specialist site,
notably unattractive to the run-of-the-mill gay cruiser. No one in our
videos was under 35, not to mention 18. I was oddly pleased I had excited
them.
We had another unexpected side effect of the movies. We had a number of men
who wanted to be in our movies. Bobby and Sammy were always interested in
new meat. They asked these men to send in a picture and a description of
what they liked to do. We decided to have an audition for potential
cavemen.
The pictures were all good, if you like naked men. Some of the descriptions
were odd. The literary skills of men who want to be fucked in a gay movie
are not particularly high. There were some men who were clearly into
sadomasochism and wanted to be beaten up or killed by the Cavemen. Our
studios didn't do that. Tattoos and piercings were a problem. The
large-scale tribute to Budweiser or to a former boyfriend wouldn't work. We
weren't doing a remake of Ben-Hur, but our movies were to be good jack off
material. That was hard when you were laughing at a man with an odd
tattoo. Some men simply weren't the physical type we wanted. Some were too
young.
Bobby decided to have a few audition events for the more likely men. They
were going to be mostly in group scenes so rather than individual
auditions, he invited them to his house. He took them to his basement rec
room and then gave them a beer or two. He told them to get naked and then
sat back to see what developed.
The rec room started as a place for the original homeowner's kids to play.
Bobby turned it into more of an exercise room and added a shower and a
whirlpool. Bobby wasn't concerned about the men's ability to act. He
assumed that was non-existent. He was worried about the men's ability to
get hard and stay hard. A bunch of men watching and a camera can be a
problem for many. While there was much cock sucking in our videos, the
grand-finale is usually a wild fucking scene. He wanted to make sure the
men's asses were able to accommodate Muskrat's cock. The auditions lasted
a few hours and Muskrat would show up after an hour. Bobby assumed the men
would be warmed up by then.
All the men had to visit a friend, Dr. Jones for some tests before the
audition. Our video's tended to be bare back and cum filled. Our doctor was
good and thorough. Jones discovered that several men had submitted
photographs of different men. Several were clearly mentally unstable and
there were a few with major substance abuse problems.
Eventually eight men arrived at Bobby's house on a Saturday afternoon for
our first audition. They were a mixed bag of scruffy looking men. They
were the sort of me who you might encounter in a dark alley and be scared
shitless. They were surprisingly affable and pleasant. I suspected the
doctor had weeded out the more difficult men. The first man to arrive was a
strapping construction worker named Cal and his pal Louie. Louie was a
short Danny deVito type. A few minutes later three men joined us. They
didn't know each other, but we called them the Redneck Trio. Bubba was
beefy; Skeeter thin and hairy and DeWitt was an exceptionally hairy
electrician. Everyone was heavily bearded and it was hard to tell how old
they were. The last three men arrived and they were a surprise. Jim was an
Anthropology Professor at a local university, Robin a Shakespearian actor
and Tyrone a retired teacher. They looked more upscale than our usual
actors did.
Tyrone was a handsome, grey bearded black man. I wasn't sure that worked
well with our Caveman theme, but I suspected he might appeal to a part of
our audience. We went to the rec room and Bobby broke out the beer.
"Thank you all for coming. You all know what the Five Stars Studio makes,"
Bobby said in an introductory speech.
Bubba cried out, "We sure as shit do!" The other men laughed.
"Let me tell you a secret," Bobby continued. "Our movies work for a few
reasons. First, none of our actors is shy. They like what they are doing
and they are not afraid to show it. Secondly, they do what they are
told. When I say that, I mean anything, they are told. If I tell one guy to
bend over, open his ass and let the cum drool out, he does it. If I tell
another guy to lick it up as if it was desert, he does it. The third thing
about our movies it that everyone enjoys it. We all have a good time."
"Can we get naked now and go at it?" Bubba asked.
"You sure can!" Bobby exclaimed.
When you see a person, you make assumptions about them. I would have
guessed the Redneck Trio would have been the first to get naked. Bubba was
nearly the first but Jim the professor and Tyrone, the teacher were
faster. Both men were horse hung and proud of their oversized
equipment. They were also older and clearly experienced. Cal, the
construction worker and his pal Louie were the last to be naked.
Bubba was the sexual spark plug for the group. All of the men were somewhat
hairy; some were gorilla like. That worked out well for our plot. I don't
know if Cavemen were all hairy, but that's the way people visualized
them. Other than the tendency to be hairy and erect, the men were greatly
varied.
Bubba was a reddish-blond, giant. Louie was Italian. Skeeter and DeWitt
looked like different versions of the missing link. They weren't the
brightest men in the room but the made up for being a bit dense, by being
extra horny. Eubank and his pal Frankie were there taking pictures. The
pictures were both future use and an effort to make sure everyone could
stay hard while being photographed.
Some of the men were slower through the starting gate than others, but
everyone rose to the occasion. Bubba and Skeeter were pals as were Cal and
Louie. The rest were strangers, but erections make friends quickly.
I would guess the time elapsed between the time they set foot in the rec
room and the time they were sucking averaged ten minutes. Bubba's was
probing my ass after twenty minutes. In short, it was a pretty average
group of over sexed gay men. Bobby expressed an interest in getting to know
Bubba's prostate better. Bubba was no fool. Bobby may not have been
Bubba's idea of a dreamboat, but he was the director.
I later found out I hand misjudged Bubba. He wasn't the calculating
type. He liked sex with just about everyone. He also rarely looked at the
face. His mind was firmly focused on the playmates cock and ass. In a
police lineup, the cops would have had to have their suspect to bend over
and spread their cheeks if they wanted Bubba to identify anyone.
When Bobby and Bubba hooked up, Louie took a seat on my cock and enjoyed
himself. Louie was every inch not my type, but he was fun. It is hard not
to like a man who is impaled on your cock and having the time of his
life. After Louie shot off Dewitt came over and we sixty-nined. DeWitt was
smaller than I was, possessed double the hair and had huge balls churning
out man juices of incredible sweetness.
Until I was suctioning DeWitt's home brew, pre cum hadn't impressed me
much. It didn't bother me, but it didn't turn me on either. DeWitt's
turned me on, big time. I couldn't get enough of it. Fortunately, DeWitt
had an inexhaustible supply. It was wonderful.
DeWitt was the most intensely masculine man I had ever met. He was quiet
and almost shy. He tended to hang back. Once he made a sexual connection,
he was wild and enthusiastic. He seemed to like my cock as much as I liked
his. Later on we discover he was a first rate electrician. That was useful
for a bare bones porn producer who needed help with lights.
We were all well involved when Muskrat and Badger made their
appearance. Naked man can't hide their sexual enthusiasms, and it was
remarkable that our eight men didn't greet Muskrat with a shower of sperm
from multiple orgasms. It was as if Marilyn Monroe walked into a Kennedy
boys' night out party. Muskrat and Badger liked what they saw too.
Muskrat looked at the men, smiled and then said, "Who's first?" By that
time he had taken off his shirt and was taking off his pants. Muskrat knew
how to make friends. The basement rec room had a ceiling a little below
eight feet, and Muskrat barely cleared it. The men were drooling. Muskrat
added a heartfelt, "Damn, I like new meat!"
It was clear that Muskrat and Badger were just what our aspiring porn
actors wanted. It was equally clear they like the eight new men. Muskrat
went over to Bubba. "I like a man who is already dripping. I got here a
little late. Why don't you get me up to speed?"
Bubba dropped to his knees and sucked up as much of Muskrat's cock as he
could manage. I thought things were wild before. Muskrat's presence kicked
thing up a few notches. It got even better when the new men realized
Badger and Muskrat were generous men, who liked to spread good will.
While most men focused on Muskrat, Badger had a following too. They were
both willing to sample as many of the men as they could. It was oral for
the first fifteen or twenty minutes, but Muskrat had his needs. Cal, the
construction worker, was the first to open his ass wide for Muskrat. It
wasn't easy, but Cal was a trooper.
Muskrat wasn't a virgin. He had his drives and seemed to have an urge to
fuck anyone with a tight asshole. He also seemed to have made a study of
ways to get his oversized organ into a normal sized ass. You could say he
was task oriented, but took his time. He had poppers to ease the way, but
he also was able to read a man and sense what worked and what didn't.
For Cal it took a ton of lubricant, poppers and multiple short thrusts to
take the entire organ. Muskrat entered inch by inch. While Cal lost his
erection when only the cock head was in, he was fully erect by the time
Muskrat's pubic hair tickled his ass hole. Cal was dripping in sweat and
then had a hands free orgasm. Eubank was there to record the entire event.
Robin, the actor was ready to take a ride on Muskrat's love pole
next. Robin had been on the other side of the room before and I hadn't seen
him in action at all. When he entered the room, he looked dapper, like a
handsome bearded Victorian Dandy. Naked he was shaggy and a bit more
caveman like looking.
He wasn't exactly the type we were looking for, but as soon as he met
Muskrat I realized he was a first rate size queen who could enjoy
everything Muskrat had to offer. Our Caveman made one hard thrust and he
was deep in Robin's guts. Robin was in heaven. Robin was a moaner
too. Bobby said you could tell the number of inches in his ass by the
intensity of his moans and cries.
Robin had another endearing characteristic; he was a slut. He wasn't one of
those demure sluts who keeps his insatiable needs hidden. He was a
flamboyant, entirely open man who was proud of his slutty nature. If there
had been a Slut Pride organization, he would have been the President and
Founder.
I wondered if living with Robin might be a trial, as a porn maker, Robin
was a dream come true. If it was sex, he liked it and would do it with
anyone who wanted it. That too was useful on our line of work. Robin was a
friend of the Jim and Tyrone. Jim told me Robin was a first rate actor, and
not as wild as he appeared. "He had a good nose for trouble," Jim
explained. "For and actor he's pretty normal, except for the itch in his
ass, of course. I scratched it for the first time ten years ago, and he's
been a friend ever since.
I glanced at Jim's impressive member. I understood the attraction.
Jim laughed. "It's not the cock that makes him a friend. I had a car
accident a few years ago. Robin was more than helpful," Jim said. "He's a
good man."
Robin was certainly good for Muskrat. I'm not sure who did what to whom
that afternoon, but everyone left with a smile on his face and I doubt a
drop of sperm remained in anyone's balls. Bobby and I talked after they
left. We had all the men we needed for our movie.